“Combing Mom’s hair” : the GOOD ENOUGH mother and the carrots coffee (the story behind the painting)

I was wondering about doing a very quick post this week , hours just go sooooooooooooo fast and I my to do list (which sometimes I must say it goes on my nervs) never gets smaller, quite the opposite!
And , here we are!, this is actually the main point of this painting
I’m part of the huge club “a good enough mother” swinging every day between the “Oh, I’m super cool!” and the “I completely suck why I made children ?!?” and most of the time being stuck in the middle (and since my 40 I start to think that’s is a nice place to be!)
Anyway, on the bad mother side I can easily put : I don’t often play with my children
Hell no! Oh, I actually do plenty of others things (walking, feeding cats, cooking cookies,reading,drawing etc etc) but I don’t play mommy and daddy, I just pretend sometimes that I’m eating the soup or drinking the coffee made by plastic carrots, and I hate when my third one wants to be the teacher and I should then play the student.
But the “hairdresser game” goes to another stage of the time.
You start to comb their hair when they’re really small and start to sit by themselves and you know that another step is over
It’s when they have enough long hair to start play ponytail and others (and find out that doing the chignon classic dance sucks even after 4 years!).
And the suddenly they comb their hair by themselves….you are not needed anymore for that 😉
Maybe one day they will comb yours, so once again, where the time did it go ??
Thinking about this the painting was born, about really recognizing that time is here , now